There was one large group of caverns we kept coming back, in hopes it might lead to our treasure. After crawling through a passage little more than three feet tall it would open into a grand ballroom of inky blackness. Sometimes we would cut the lights at this point and listen to the silence, earth above and below, pressing us onward. Cracks and crevices, off shoots of the main chamber, became our maze, a puzzle to decipher.
One particular day, traveling much deeper into the caves, we came upon a hole, smoothed round in the wall. Just big enough to wiggle through, our lights illuminated a small bowl shaped chamber beyond. Could this be the route we had been searching for? Like Alice, we slipped through and slid down a small embankment on our backs.
The stone above, a mere four feet from our noses, shimmered with movement. Our flashlights, pierced the dark, reflecting a hundred eyes back upon us. It was covered in bats! Our hearts raced. Envision Indiana Jones at the beginning of Raiders of the Lost Ark as he is fleeing with the golden statue as the boulder chases him out of the ruins. Sunlight never felt so good as we burst out of the cave several moments later.
Done for the day, it did not deter further adventures into the recessed of that world. We never found the throne, only a greater respect for that which lies within our Earth.